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"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on May 11, 2020 20:34:53 GMT -5
If it was any possible for him to go paler than he had this day, this was the moment despite the heat blasting his skin. He had to focus all his strength into his legs before they could buckle and send him into lava, and as he stood rigid he stared deep into the sweltering pit until it made his eyes burn enough to look away. What is she saying? What is this, is this supposed to be Hell then?
It didn't feel right, though. How should he expect it to feel? Satoru didn't know, but as much as the girl seemed so matter-of-fact her words didn't sit right. He couldn't be dead because he had something important to do; something only he could do. He tangled a hand in his hair and shook his head. "No." Despite all of the things happening, Satoru's voice was steady. "I don't believe you. Because I already thought my life would be over once, so it can't happen like this." As his gaze leveled with Mei, the way Satoru spoke and held himself made him sound much older than he was. Well--
"Fujinuma," he told her, "Fujinuma Satoru." His eyes flicked passed Mei to the empty space on the couch, and then to an entire kitchen island floating another few feet away. If he squinted hard enough he could make out more furniture dotting the surface of the lava coming into view. If he was really dead then he'd have to find out the truth himself, and if he wasn't he had to get back home.
He backed up a few paces before taking a running leap to land beside Mei, bracing his hands against the back cushions to steady himself. He really just did that. His face mimicked the disbelief of his thoughts at his own actions for a moment before he worked to compose himself. "What's your name, then?" Satoru asked. "I'm finding the way out of whatever this place is, so you can come with me if you want." |
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Post by <Raintalon> on May 11, 2020 20:50:57 GMT -5
Mei | Lava room | dawn |Mei nodded as Satoru explained his position, completely unsurprised but somewhat relieved he was settling into denial instead of shock or despair. ”Mm. I didn’t think you’d believe me,” she said, he voice carrying no hint of resentment. As he said his name, she glanced up at him, seeming to consider him properly for the first time. “Satoru - ah!” She let out a yelp of surprise as Satoru leapt off the dresser and onto the couch where she was sitting. Then, unexpectedly, she began to laugh. ”I’m sorry,” she said, trying to stifle the noise before he took offense. “You’re making a weird face.”
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Post by <Raintalon> on May 11, 2020 21:37:13 GMT -5
Mei | Lava room | dawn |“Mei,” she said, filling in the gap as he paused. “Misaki Mei.” In an instant, she’d all but returned to her usual flat demeanor, but the laughter seemed to have melted some of the the awkwardness between them. After a moment, she stood up, careful to keep her balance, and looked over to the other pieces of furniture, considering his suggestion. “Where should we go?” she asked quietly, shifting her footing to keep her balance. She didn’t really see any point in moving, but she didn’t mind if he wanted to try. Staying here wasn’t much safer anyway.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on May 12, 2020 1:21:32 GMT -5
Vincent hummed in acknowledgment, though his brow had creased slightly at her words. Something about the title of her world was vaguely familiar, and he quickly became frustrated when he couldn’t make an immediate connection. He didn’t like the feeling that he was missing something potentially important, especially when it was his own fault for not making better note of the information when he heard it initially. He narrowed his eyes as he noticed her looking back at him. He turned his head in a slight dip, trying to catch her eye; she seemed anxious, but it was hard to tell if she was afraid of something around them, or if she was trying to scope out the best time to turn around and gut him. Either way, he didn’t feel terribly safe. He quickly abandoned his hopes to meet her gaze, and sat up straight, opening his mouth to ask that she explain her sudden change in demeanor. Before a sound could leave his throat, a dark shape swept into his peripheral. He gasped, jerking himself backwards in a reaction that would’ve been far too belated if it weren’t for the ground’s spontaneous eruption. The slick surface brought his foot out from beneath him almost instantly, with or without his experience on ice. He slammed down on his opposing knee, his lower arm making contact behind him to support a somewhat-upright position. He didn’t have much time to readjust himself before the ice ended, but having his feet out in front of him allowed him to push off his arm and into a run. He made it a few feet through the clearing before having to plant his palm against the earth and force himself to a stop. Before he had truly stopped his forward momentum, he staggered up from his stance and tracked backwards until he found his balance. His breathing was heavy, and his adrenaline took some extra effort to choke back, but he had to remind himself that the situation had simple fundamentals. He took a few hasty steps to take shelter behind his company, using the opportunity to reevaluate and then accept the current situation. Even with his sense of control back with him, he looked at Eises sideways. “Shit,” he scoffed, still breathless, and perhaps as an excuse of a ‘thank you.’ Eises' face hardened as she kept her fingers tensed but her palms open and facing the ground. Jungle predators include...big cats, apes, Gili lizards, whatever the hell those furry horned guys are called... She cursed under her breath, knowing that there was no way of possibly knowing what the House had in store for them. It could throw a species that didn't exist in Theia and ruin any potential plan she had. She clenched her teeth in irritation. If it was an animal they should avoid, they could have been using this time to flee or climb already. But she had no way of knowing ahead of time. She didn't have to watch over Vin-sint, did she? Does he have a way to defend himself? Sleazy business men usually had guns, so he had a gun, right? Did guns even work in the House? She imagined he couldn't run well in those shoes. A muscular flash exploded from the trees and Eises scrambled to make distance. Upon landing, it swiped at her tail, barely missing by a hair length. It didn't slow in its pursuit, so Eises stretched her arm in front of her. A blast of ice erupted onto the beast's face, causing it to step back and shake its head. She jogged back again, her front never leaving the beast's view. He looks like...a big cat? It was the colour of dirt rich in moisture, and seemed to be partly made of stone. Her fur stood on its end, and her sharpened wolf teeth were fully bared. She summoned a narrow ice-wall directly behind her. Another beast jumped from the trees, landing neatly in front of Vincent. The corner of Eises' mouth twitched, "He's too scrawny for you! Go away!" The first cat readied its haunches and leaped towards the demitheian once more. Vincent glanced Eises, carefully watching her ears, hoping their rotation could give him a clue as to what she was hearing faster than she could shout it out. His heart was still pounding as he reached into his pocket, shaking his head slightly as he pulled out the only weapon he had on him - a small switchblade. The f*** was a switchblade going to do?He’d felt comforted when he’d first started carrying it, knowing it was the only weapon he could easily pocket that would blink in with him, but now he felt it was pretty useless. Any feeling of safety that the blade provided quickly plummeted when the first creature leaped into vision. He sunk away from his companion quickly, seeing that she seemed to be the beast’s target. He backed away quickly, bouncing on his toes for a moment before turning to find a place to hide. Just as he turned his back to Eises, the second beast slammed down onto the earth in front of him. Startled, he managed to pull himself to the side as the feline creature snapped at his chest. He jerked up his arm, attempting to slice at the beast as it moved past him, but his blade snagged against the strange rock exterior and was immediately ripped from his hand. He staggered backwards in surprise, spinning around as he heard Eises shout at the cat. She had a point, he would be an unsatisfactory meal, and not much of a sport. The cat dipped its head at him, opening its lips in a nasty snarl with a noise that resembled a rumbling hiss. Assuming it was reading itself to come at him again, he looked to his company desperately. “Eises,” he said through his teeth, though he was uncertain what she could do. She was the one with ice powers - he figured she could come up with something. |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on May 12, 2020 1:29:24 GMT -5
Archie | Paintball Arena | mintedstar/fur Watching him get a handle on the gun was very amusing, heartwarming even. Moreso when he actually started to test the aiming and firing mechanism, and he grinned when he shot the first paintball. When he shot the second, he realized he really ought not to have been surprised but he still was anyways. The paint ball exploded right across his sternum and he doubled over a bit and wheezed from the impact, then began to chuckle gleefully. "Yup-, you got it," he said, still sounding a bit winded. It was almost entirely for the experience- paint balls would barely even tickle him normally. But this was all a fun time, so it seemed right to let it slide. Looking up at Adrian again, still grinning, he noticed the expression wasn't even vaguely mirrored on his young blond friends face. It crossed his mind briefly to shoot him back, and perhaps that would lighten the mood but he decided that might not have the best outcome since he was still learning. "Ease up! Its a little tricky at first, but learning is half the fun. Now that you know how to shoot, we can play properly. Maybe better to play something not too complicated at first since... well, I might forget the rules." Brushing off his vest, he reequipped his own gun and thought for a moment for a good game to start with, then bounced once he had. "Okay! Heres what we'll do: It'll be like hide n seek tag. We both try to hide and stay out of sight while looking for each other. If one of us spots the other then we shoot them. First one to get hit five times looses. You're totally allowed to use whatever powers you have, too, since that will be totally exciting. No going totally invisible though, if you can, since thats a little tricky. Mostly. Make sense?" he asked, settling into a cross legged sitting position mid air, floating down so he was about the same height as the dhampire. The dhampire relaxed a little. The game didn't sound too hard or something which relayed on something he didn't know. He particularly liked it that he was allowed to use his powers. Not that he would have thought otherwise unless told. He was used to using what abilities he had to succeed. He considered it for a second, then grinned, his small teeth showing. "Sure thing." Then he was off running, hopefully faster than Archie expected. It was a bit tricky, looking for a place to hide from a being that Adrian was sure was more powerful than he was. It was all a matter of assuming that he wasn't going to be able to hide for long, or hide at all. He also wasn't familiar with the room, so for the time being, he snuck behind walls and slowly started to move slower until he thought he was out of the direct sight of Archie. So that meant ... what? He really needed to work out what he was going to do next. So he payed attention to his ears, hoping he'd hear where Archie was going. Watching his little friend sprint off to hide, a grin so wide it twisted one half of his mouth split his face and he clicked his heels, strutting off to scope out his own hiding spots. Now, as has been mentioned, not all of his powers worked in the house. Most of the dimension-transcending ones, anyways. No creating pocket dimensions in an already preexisting.... something-dimension. This also meant he couldn't spec out his opponent like he usually might, should he not have such limitations. However! He still intended to go a little easier on him- mostly, anyways; he sure seemed like he needed the tension-breaker, and what better way to break tension than to beat the crap out of someone, figuratively speaking(of course)? Now, he knew Adrian had some mighty fine powers, and although he would give him a bit of a break, he was still going to mess with him. Oh yes. He made himself float just a bit- all of him except one leg. Now, it was just a guess, but he figured Adrian would have some sort of advanced hearing, or perhaps even sight. So with his one leg, he began to walk. thump........... thump.........Where a normal stride would have both sounds of feet falling, it was just the one, and perhaps a quiet wheezing because Archie was just that giddy over his own antics. With his other leg drawn up to his chest, he pulled his gun up and began to seriously creep about on his one leg, peeking a cartoonishly deformed eyeball around corners then whipping it back into his skull. Nothing, so far. He supposed there was an advantage to being quite small... Even as slim as he was after his daily workout routine for the past few trillenia, he was still a tall lanky behemoth. Oh well, he felt hot, so screw it. Only body positivity in his house. Anywho, he had a very sneaky adolescent to track down. His eyes glazed slightly, and then a third eyelid appeared; akin to the membrane lizards would have. It shut and clouded his vision, only for his sights to change completely to a scale of different colors; thermal vision, simply put. It was like putting on a pair of built in goggles for him, lot more convenient too. With that, he began his search for Adrian, continuing to stealth here and there between hiding places, and occasionally stalling his floating for the sake of doing an epic duck and roll. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 12, 2020 1:35:06 GMT -5
It was difficult to fully comprehend what L was saying. Up Myrnin very slowly let the words reach his brain. Catching up with what he knew and the fact that ... he had help. He had someone to help. Completely hopeless though it felt, even though there was no way that L could really help, it was still something. It still felt like he could actually be there for Myrnin and do something which would matter. So ever so slowly, he agreed to L's terms. He nodded, just a little, into L's shoulder. He'd tell him. He would. Be even he recognized that he couldn't do it now. Maybe things were better, even if only just a little, because his brain seemed to be able to focus here. "I'm okay," he said to L. It was a lie. He was still clinging to L like a life-line. But now, he was gripping him more carefully and after a second he equally gently let him go. The vampire sat back. He looked the detective up and down, then hugged him again. This time it was a thank you. His head was staying in place, at least for now, even though he could feel the edge fraying more than they had previously been. At least this time, however, he thought he could hold onto himself for long enough that it would stay where it should. Then he leaned back again, slowly, so slowly, getting to his feet. It was only then that he looked over at Kelsier and Sam - not the Sam from his world, he now knew. Sam's mouth felt a little dry as he looked up at Kelsier. He didn't want to say the words that he felt he had to - it would draw to much attention to his own state and he really didn't know enough - but he said, "He's a vampire ... you need to get the whole story first." Then he looked down, over at Nico's screen again. "We're friends," he said softly. "I'm worried about him." Myrnin swallowed, composing himself, and swept his and over his clothing. He wasn't up to facing that conversation just yet. He needed to though. He had shunned that responsibility with Hange. He couldn't shun this. He needed to take the same responsibility that he had in the original Arena room. But the thought of Hange and mention of Nico had him moving toward the screen. He knew what they were, only because he was familiar with what a video camera feed looked like. Hange. He wasn't sure if what he had done was meant to be a secret, but this room would have destroyed it if it was. Even L was likely to have noticed the similarities if he had ever looked at Hange's screen. Myrnin zeroed in on it first, since he was worried not only for Hange's safety, but others as well. The others who were in this room. There were more people here than had been in the room, or so he thought, but several of the screens lay dark. Hange's wasn't one of them, but Myrnin worried a couple here were those who had run into them. He found the screen and froze. It took him a second to search through his various connections with vampires, like someone having a tricky time shuffling through a stiffly bound book. He didn't usual check on anyone he'd changed in this fashion. The connection only changed if someone died, and he could still feel the gaps where vampires had been before, like the clear evidence of missing pages. Hange was still there. It was almost a relief. The connection had only been severed on their end, likely a House trick. Myrnin's fingers brushed the screen, looking at Hange's tears. He couldn't read their mind - not like much was likely to be going on in there - but he still felt the pain. It wasn't Hange he was looking at. Not the Hange that Hange would want to be. He had wanted to catch up with them. He had been hoping he would get a chance. But he hadn't. And he couldn't now either. He couldn't reach through the screen and help them. "Damnit," he muttered. The best he could hope for ... was that the next person Hange killed would be human and that they would actually use those teeth of theirs. Maybe then they'd be able to drop out of their blood-lust. But if that was the case ... they might have to face all they were going through while in the Arena room rather than here. Myrnin wasn't sure what would be worse. Who in the room was even left who could kill them? Maybe several, considering the House. Confident that he would at least know if Hange died, he quickly moved screens to Nico. That gave him pause. He ... wasn't sure what to think about what he was seeing. Nico's grieve was another thing which he couldn't change. He looked down at his hands, finding them as fists in front of him. He slowly took a step back, glancing at Nico as he did. There was ... nothing he could do. At all. He turned to look at Kelsier, and Sam backed up in response. "You wanted to talk to me?" Myrnin asked softly. He bent at the waste. It was almost a bow. "I acted hastily. The excuse that I was not in my right mind is hardly adequate." It wasn't. "I will admit that I cannot see my way to understand where you stand with ... Nico. I am aware you killed him." He straightened, not looking at Sam. Why would he? He assumed Nico didn't matter to him. Sam took a step back, clearly unable to keep the shock from his expression. What? He didn't understand. What was Myrnin saying? "I will also admit I don't know the context. The House is hardly a place to take things at face value. But that is besides the point. I wronged you and if there is a payment for that in your world, then I suppose I will pay it." It was an apology, but Myrnin's eyes were sharp, looking at Kelsier with a coolness that the apology didn't necessarily reach. He was wary, wary of who this man was. |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on May 12, 2020 9:20:53 GMT -5
Ononoki - Hunger Games Room - Sachiko, The Doctor, Arlo
With impeccable balance, Ononoki was poised on that rock with no expression. She seemed suddenly deaf to both Sachiko's and Arlo's questions. Could Sachiko not see how she was doing just by looking at her? The girl was in fine condition, and had not received so much as a scratch from felling the tree. In her mind, there was no other kind of doing.
To Arlo, she simply lowered her head slightly as if in a nod. Even if someone else could stay awake, it would not make the load easier on Ononoki. In fact, it would probably just be a more awkward lookout experience for them, because they would have to sit with a silent Ononoki for six hours.
She prepared herself to stay awake for the night. To do that, she merely stayed exactly in the same position she started, crouching with blank green eyes targeting the entryway.
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Post by broken on May 12, 2020 11:48:40 GMT -5
(Hey! Sorry it’s been a while! I’m assuming I must have missed a lot)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 12, 2020 14:42:18 GMT -5
(Hey! Sorry it’s been a while! I’m assuming I must have missed a lot) (Hello broken! We have another Arena room going, as well as a newbie room. I think that's the latest news.) |
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Post by --cato phoenix on May 12, 2020 14:42:49 GMT -5
Hey Broken!! Not quite sure what all you’ve missed bc I’m terrible at keeping track of time but there’s a hunger games arena room+viewing room happening atm, and a newbie room where the floor is lava and they’re in a kitchen (I think?) not sure what else is going though
edit- whoops late post)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on May 12, 2020 15:07:08 GMT -5
Vincent | Acid Parkour | Shadepelt15 Vincent said nothing as he watched the elven man strip, pale eyes never finding purchase on anything else until the Ravohyr was finished. He maintained perfect posture throughout the whole affair, though he seemed to correct himself after lowering his head to watch the man retrieve his heavy axe. It seemed foolish to carry such a weapon for this kind of room, but he supposed sentiment was of value to some. He continued in his silence as the elf prompted the beginning of the process, following suit with only some visible reluctance. He paused before testing his weight on the first ropes, eyebrows raised slightly before he allowed himself to continue. If the house wanted to break the rope later down the line, there was nothing they could do about it, but it didn’t seem like the ropes were weak enough to snap naturally. Maybe even a hassle to cut through if such a thing was needed... He navigated the first set with little problem, joining Ravohyr on the other side of the jump in just a moment after the elf made it. He looked at him seriously at the question, slightly raising an eyebrow. At the follow up he offered a smirk, glancing towards the acid. “Have I fallen in yet?” He replied, softening his tone only slightly. Ravohyr | Acid Parkour | ~∂єѕтιиу After he'd landed, his eyes stayed trained on Vincent, watching his progress while he stayed poised to jump to the rescue if he needed to. Fortunately, he didn't need it, and the look he gave him after landing made him chuckle before he'd even spoken a word. Well, not everyone was a tragically weak townsperson, or a desperately violent alley mugger, he supposed. Lo and behold, someone that could handle himself. Still, as attractive as he was he still looked pretty scrawny, and that was enough to constitute his watchfulness. "No, I suppose not," he said, peeking over the edge of the platform they stood on at the oozing acid. A nice reminder to not slip up. "Alrighty then." Turning away from him, he marched on; grabbing onto a rope ladder leading up to another platform, which lead out to a long tightrope. Or, well, three of them. Two shoulder length apart at waist height, and one centered to walk on. Seemed fine, so he started right across it. "You know, I never expected this would be the sort of thing to take up my time after I got out of jail," he mused aloud, "not that its very hard, just the organization of it is shocking. I've raided dungeons and mines and cultist temples, but this is much weirder than standard treasure hunting. Usually, the treasure isn't your own life," he added. None of it really mattered to him; the cults he wiped out, or the treasure hoarding liches; it all seemed rather silly to him. Religion and gods and whatnot, when you could have so much more fun with real time adventures. Despite suspecting someone might hate him if he said it out loud, he couldn't help but find it a bit fun. Life threatening scenarios were a delight; the adrenaline, the rush of it all. He was a thrillseeker, and a treasure hunter. Humble, simple, easily pleased, and it showed on his face in the cheeky grin that just wouldn't go away. Vincent shifted his weight to one hip, watching Ravohyr climb with a bored expression. He assumed the coarse was going to gradually increase in difficulty, or go on long enough that even simple tasks were exhausting; either way, he remained suspicious of the leisurely path that stretched out before them. He lifted his gaze as the elf began rambling about his world, his cold stare lifting slightly in bemuse. It seemed as though the elf not only looked the part of a fantasy creature... his tales of mundane life sounded like something out of a video game. He seemed more impressed by the complex rope structure than he was by the bubbling pit of toxin beneath them. “Jail?” He echoed, stalled in his reaction as he waited until he had reached the top of the ladder before speaking. The elf was already about halfway across the the rope, so the man waited to cross until his company reached solid ground. He leaned over the edge as he waited, chin lifted up as he started down into the acid. He was no chemist, but he’d never seen anything like it. He couldn’t imagine a substance with it’s qualities was safe to be around in such close proximity - especially without any protection. They going to be breathing in the fumes for quite a while at this rate... he wondered if perhaps they should quicken their pace...or if magical toxins didn’t have any effects from exposure. He pulled back from the edge, rolling his eyes at the mystery of it all. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 12, 2020 15:41:15 GMT -5
Day 2 (please feel free to time warp things going on in day 1, I'm just labeling for clarity.) The Doctor | HG Room: Cave / Early Morning | <Raintalon> and I suppose it's up to Razz and Arlo if they decide to come along or wait for Drama on the return / Ononoki /Arlo It was a sound that woke The Doctor. It wasn't necessarily a sound anyone would hear as much as a presence of another mind being very loud. There hadn't been a lot of time for sleep. And there didn't seem like there would be a chance to get more of it. Senses on high alert, The Doctor slowly got to her feet. She glanced around. She was positioned near the back of the collection of blinkers, near the point where the cave opened up into the wider portion of the dark interior. She'd set up there without any prompting. Protecting, perhaps, since it was likely that anyone who came along would be from the entrance they had come in from or ... here. And it looked like someone had. The Doctor moved over to Sachiko, gently shaking her shoulder. Then just as quickly pressed a finger to the new blinker's lips. "Quiet," she said, voice very soft. "Someone's here. We don't want to alert them to our location." She glanced in the direction she'd last seen Ononoki. It was still dark, so she couldn't be sure where the others were precisely. "Come on," she said, gripping Sachiko wrist. "We need to check they aren't going to find us." Ononoki might not be a kid - The Doctor was still iffy about that, but that didn't mean The Doctor wanted to risk her safety. |
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You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on May 12, 2020 16:01:56 GMT -5
Shade || HG Room || AizawaWhen he mentioned a 'quirk', she just assumed right off he meant some kind of powers. Unless some people really were just that quirky, though she had yet to meet anybody like that. Anybody she remembered, anyways. "I have regenerative abilities, although not particularly strong ones. If I somehow manage to not bleed out in a day, that would be ideal." Shade thought it over for a moment, though in the end it was useless to debate it. "If we can snap it off, I agree. I was too afraid to do it myself, given the awkward angle, and Victoria..." Rest her soul, but she wasn't sure how capable her paws would have been. And risking getting drool on the wound seemed like the worse route. "I have a few bandages I managed to procure, as well." Oh good, regenerative abilities. Maybe she wouldn't die immediately. "Sounds good," he said, rifling through the pack for supplies. "Keep your bandages, you'll want them later when you have to change them." Setting a bandage roll aside, he raised an eyebrow slightly at her. "We can snap it off and leave half of it in there or I can pull it out and let your regenerative abilities do the rest. Which do you want?" |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on May 12, 2020 16:37:40 GMT -5
Shade || HG Room || AizawaWhen he mentioned a 'quirk', she just assumed right off he meant some kind of powers. Unless some people really were just that quirky, though she had yet to meet anybody like that. Anybody she remembered, anyways. "I have regenerative abilities, although not particularly strong ones. If I somehow manage to not bleed out in a day, that would be ideal." Shade thought it over for a moment, though in the end it was useless to debate it. "If we can snap it off, I agree. I was too afraid to do it myself, given the awkward angle, and Victoria..." Rest her soul, but she wasn't sure how capable her paws would have been. And risking getting drool on the wound seemed like the worse route. "I have a few bandages I managed to procure, as well." Oh good, regenerative abilities. Maybe she wouldn't die immediately. "Sounds good," he said, rifling through the pack for supplies. "Keep your bandages, you'll want them later when you have to change them." Setting a bandage roll aside, he raised an eyebrow slightly at her. "We can snap it off and leave half of it in there or I can pull it out and let your regenerative abilities do the rest. Which do you want?" She thought it over for a moment while he dug around in his own bag, tucking away the supplies she'd gotten out a moment ago obediently. "Lets snap it off, I think that will be the safer route in the long run," she said, readjusting herself a bit to keep strain further away from that side of her body. "Its a pretty solid bolt, though. Are you sure you're strong enough to do it safely?" she questioned, truly unknowing of how utterly and undeniably shredded the hero was. |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on May 12, 2020 17:29:57 GMT -5
Shade || HG Room | Aizawa
Shade blinked slowly, then suddenly looked much more relaxed and even impressed after hearing his true plan. "Ah, right..." she said slowly. Wow, world-class assassin here, for sure... Reaching down, she gripped both sides of her leg in an effort to support and reinforce the flesh and, in theory, make this whole thing easier to pull off. She grit her teeth against the spreading throb of pain, instead focusing on Aizawas sawing efforts and watching his progress anxiously.
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Post by broken on May 12, 2020 20:48:39 GMT -5
(Gotcha, thanks Mint and Kat! I’m not too sure if I want to jump in quite yet but I might if anyone wants to rp)
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on May 12, 2020 22:10:20 GMT -5
(hey broken!)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 12, 2020 23:07:27 GMT -5
(Hey, you know I'm always down to RP.  ) |
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Post by broken on May 13, 2020 0:02:49 GMT -5
(Hey Razz! How have you been?
And yeah that’s fine with me Mint. Would you mind starting though?)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 13, 2020 21:32:43 GMT -5
(I have everyone else blinked in at the moment, so I guess you get saddled with Kid again, whoops.) brokenWithout much hubbub, Kid blinked into the House. It hadn't been that long ago since he'd last blinked in, at least in his world. He was holding a map, looking at the details displayed on it. He was walking slowly, holding it in a way that should have made seeing the living room difficult, but instead he stopped almost at once. Still looking at the page, he said, "Hello again, House ..." |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 13, 2020 22:03:50 GMT -5
The dhampire relaxed a little. The game didn't sound too hard or something which relayed on something he didn't know. He particularly liked it that he was allowed to use his powers. Not that he would have thought otherwise unless told. He was used to using what abilities he had to succeed. He considered it for a second, then grinned, his small teeth showing. "Sure thing." Then he was off running, hopefully faster than Archie expected. It was a bit tricky, looking for a place to hide from a being that Adrian was sure was more powerful than he was. It was all a matter of assuming that he wasn't going to be able to hide for long, or hide at all. He also wasn't familiar with the room, so for the time being, he snuck behind walls and slowly started to move slower until he thought he was out of the direct sight of Archie. So that meant ... what? He really needed to work out what he was going to do next. So he payed attention to his ears, hoping he'd hear where Archie was going. Watching his little friend sprint off to hide, a grin so wide it twisted one half of his mouth split his face and he clicked his heels, strutting off to scope out his own hiding spots. Now, as has been mentioned, not all of his powers worked in the house. Most of the dimension-transcending ones, anyways. No creating pocket dimensions in an already preexisting.... something-dimension. This also meant he couldn't spec out his opponent like he usually might, should he not have such limitations. However! He still intended to go a little easier on him- mostly, anyways; he sure seemed like he needed the tension-breaker, and what better way to break tension than to beat the crap out of someone, figuratively speaking(of course)? Now, he knew Adrian had some mighty fine powers, and although he would give him a bit of a break, he was still going to mess with him. Oh yes. He made himself float just a bit- all of him except one leg. Now, it was just a guess, but he figured Adrian would have some sort of advanced hearing, or perhaps even sight. So with his one leg, he began to walk. thump........... thump.........Where a normal stride would have both sounds of feet falling, it was just the one, and perhaps a quiet wheezing because Archie was just that giddy over his own antics. With his other leg drawn up to his chest, he pulled his gun up and began to seriously creep about on his one leg, peeking a cartoonishly deformed eyeball around corners then whipping it back into his skull. Nothing, so far. He supposed there was an advantage to being quite small... Even as slim as he was after his daily workout routine for the past few trillenia, he was still a tall lanky behemoth. Oh well, he felt hot, so screw it. Only body positivity in his house. Anywho, he had a very sneaky adolescent to track down. His eyes glazed slightly, and then a third eyelid appeared; akin to the membrane lizards would have. It shut and clouded his vision, only for his sights to change completely to a scale of different colors; thermal vision, simply put. It was like putting on a pair of built in goggles for him, lot more convenient too. With that, he began his search for Adrian, continuing to stealth here and there between hiding places, and occasionally stalling his floating for the sake of doing an epic duck and roll. What he could hear of Archie was very distinct, and honestly you could practically hear the rainbows on him, who needed actual noise? Adrian wasn't sure what to make of it and he certainly wasn't sure if he could point out exactly where he was. But he didn't have to. All he had to do was do something Archie wouldn't see coming. Floating - or flying - seemed like a good option. The small boy lifted up from the group, more effectively eliminating any sound better than Archie had been able to. Up, up, okay maybe he'd actually be in sight of Archie now, but he was pretty sure he was too high for the odd fellow to consider looking up. Very few people actually did glance anywhere, either up or directly down. It was what made people weird. Adrian was actually very used to looking up. What better habit to take on? Archie was around somewhere and at least this time Adrian thought he'd caught a glance of that odd scarf. He aimed, like Archie had shown him, and fired. Then just as hopefully quickly, he started moving down again. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 13, 2020 23:51:04 GMT -5
It was wet. He hated the wet. It got into your boots and made it hard to read the road. And the stuff on the streets getting wet weren't good to think about. Or him, which just made things a bit harder, really. Hard to see and hard to judge anything going on around. The man was dressed in what might, vaguely, be called armor. Not head to toe like a knight - ridiculously clumsy that would be - but a simple breastplate and helmet. A general aura of ... something was around him. Not something caused by the rain or any stupid thing like that. It was the sense that this man was perfectly at home, then suddenly not, and now he was going to be very clear on the subject of why. The man took a step back, tensed, and slowly swiveled, looking around the room he had appeared in. There didn't seem to be any doubt he was there, it wasn't like he made a habit of hallucinating rooms, which meant someone had brought him here, somehow. The easiest conclusion to jump to was wizards, but that didn't seem likely. The next one was a god, but that was ... unusual. Not impossible, but he would have words if it was. |
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Post by broken on May 14, 2020 0:13:33 GMT -5
(I have everyone else blinked in at the moment, so I guess you get saddled with Kid again, whoops.) broken Without much hubbub, Kid blinked into the House. It hadn't been that long ago since he'd last blinked in, at least in his world. He was holding a map, looking at the details displayed on it. He was walking slowly, holding it in a way that should have made seeing the living room difficult, but instead he stopped almost at once. Still looking at the page, he said, "Hello again, House ..." (No that’s fine, I kinda missed Kid.) Not too long after he had blinked in, so did Ciel. He had appeared on the couch, reading the newspaper. He soon realized where he was, since the House was a lot quieter than his manor at the moment. The Earl sighed with relief and lowered the paper, noticing Kid across the room. Throwing the paper on the coffee table, he made his way over. “Ah Kid, it’s been a while. How have things been?” |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on May 14, 2020 0:22:35 GMT -5
Archie | Living Room | mintedstar/furAlmost timed with the strangers thoughts of godly entities, one appeared to take all the blame and beatings. What an absolute pompous bastard he was, dressed as regally as a champion that just walked out of Hot Topic. And the ever present smile on his very odd face was wider than ever as he trotted forward, elbows bent and swinging gleefully. Of course, he stopped once he realized where he was, but his attitude seldom changed. Looking about, he saw there was someone new in the roomm. New to him, anyway, and he was delighted. It was particularly convenient, although unbeknownst to him, that he had chosen to wear "godly" attire. Wonderful robes and fine jewelry were so plentiful on his body it would have looked cluttered if it weren't for the fact that everything was very meticulously placed to look as elegant as possible. "Hello there, strange man! You look quite lost, are you new?" he inquired, marching his way over to the shorter fellow and extending a hand to him, all smiles.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on May 14, 2020 1:01:39 GMT -5
Ravohyr | Acid Parkour | ~∂єѕтιиу"Oh yeah, I was in and out of jail from the time I was 10, up until I was about 18, then I just stayed in jail until I was... um, wait, how old am I? Well, it was a long time," Ravohyr explained, shrugging his shoulders and continuing on the obstacle course. Up and down and around and to the sides they went, and it was here the dark elf realized he should really try and improve his stamina. It seemed this place was just as bad as the real world when it came to him and running long distance. Burst power was his thing, but in the long run... Hoo boy, it was embarrassing. Of course, he wouldn't let it show in front of current company, since that would be even worse. Hauling himself upside down across a long tightrope, he continued his ramblings. "Up until I joined the mages guild, the most exciting thing was the occasional Skyracer," he admitted. Once across the bridge, he promptly facepalmed. Of course! He was a goddammed mage! What was he doing? What would Ajira think of him? By the nine, he was an utter fool. While waiting for Vincent to join him on this side of the rope, he rubbed his hands together and concentrated solely on how energetic he was feeling, along with a simple phrase he murmured to himself. His fingertips began to glimmer, and starting from his feet and moving up, a green gust wound its way around him, the sparkles it carried seeping into his skin. After the spell, he looked quite refreshed and much cheerier. Just for good measure, he popped a potion and chugged it down before returning the tiny delicate bottle to the satchel at his hip. "Glad to see you've made it this far," he commented, offering Vincent a smile before carrying on. "I'd guess you aren't very keen to hear about my life's story though, so I wont continue to bore you. Unless you have any questions." From there on, he just continued with the course mostly in silence, besides the odd encouragement or sarcastic remark on how godly the quality of the ropes were. It seemed the course was never ending, and for a moment Ravohyr began to fret over the probability of them getting out of there alive. Perhaps it was just a death trap, with no other way out. A cruel fate, one he was beginning to dread. "This 'house'.... it doesn't kill people, does it?" he asked nervously, carrying on up a rock wall. Once at the top, he offered Vincent his hand. "It just seems like it would be awfully unfair if this turned out to be fruitless... Should we just jump in? Perhaps thats the only way out." Looking over the edge again, he seriously doubted his statement. The bubbling liquid has eaten straight through everything they'd offered it so far, why would flesh be any different? Besides, he wasn't about to loose his armor and come out naked, if thats what it really wanted. He'd just wait, if he had to. Turning about, he continued on, getting more bothered the further they went until he eventually saw what appeared to be the end of the course. "Oh, wait! Look there, up ahead! I think that might very well be our way out of here," he said, now quite excited. With the sudden boost of morale, he began to move faster again. Up until a particular point; you had to build up momentum on a rope, swing from it and stick a landing on a platform not too terribly far away. It wasn't particularly difficult, but the dark elf had let slip his concentration and didn't sway long enough and when he flung himself forward his heel just missed the edge of the platform and he slipped, along with a weight in his stomach he was very suddenly unable to ignore."Woah, woah-!" His chin clicked the edge of the platform, giving his teeth a good rattle and sending sparkles across his vision. Thank God he'd shed his armor, if he hadn't he may very well have just fallen and died. But with no restrictions, his hands flew out and he grasped the platform before it was out of reach all together, and he swayed in place, clinging for dear life with only adrenaline to fuel his strength, seeing as he was a bit too out of it to think about that at the moment... At least, until he came too, and then it was all rather shocking to see where he was. "Ah! Oh by the nine, oh Gods, oh lords, Uriel Septim have mercy," he muttered frantically to himself, looking about. He readjusted his grip, feeling it slip and breathed in deeply, trying to pull up. Something in his arm strained, and he hissed as he sank back down. Still too rattled to pull himself up yet. "Hey, would you give me a hand please, sera? I don't think I can get up-" he said, looking over at Vincent pleadingly. He might be able to get himself up... maybe, if his strength returned soon enough. But if not... He feared he may slip in the very little time he had.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 14, 2020 2:11:46 GMT -5
Archie | Living Room | mintedstar/fur Almost timed with the strangers thoughts of godly entities, one appeared to take all the blame and beatings. What an absolute pompous bastard he was, dressed as regally as a champion that just walked out of Hot Topic. And the ever present smile on his very odd face was wider than ever as he trotted forward, elbows bent and swinging gleefully. Of course, he stopped once he realized where he was, but his attitude seldom changed. Looking about, he saw there was someone new in the roomm. New to him, anyway, and he was delighted. It was particularly convenient, although unbeknownst to him, that he had chosen to wear "godly" attire. Wonderful robes and fine jewelry were so plentiful on his body it would have looked cluttered if it weren't for the fact that everything was very meticulously placed to look as elegant as possible. "Hello there, strange man! You look quite lost, are you new?" he inquired, marching his way over to the shorter fellow and extending a hand to him, all smiles. It was pretty ironic that Archie was described as a pompous bastard, since that was exactly what the man thought as soon as Archie blinked in. He wasn't too shocked that the man had just appeared. He'd sort of figured this wasn't going to be a normal day. "Get lost," he said, tone as even and flat as a board as he looked at the hand. Only what he said might have been a bit more rude. Not downright rude, but maybe something bordering discontent at the current state of affairs. All friendly, mind you. Wouldn't want anyone to think the man wasn't friendly. He didn't trust gods who shook hands. Not that he was completely sure this was a god and it wasn't like he'd met many gods. Or any, really. But it was the context. Gods didn't shake hands. It was beneath them. Logically then, this was either a very untrustworthy god or not a god at all. Come to think of it, he didn't trust gods at all and not many people either. This man reminded him of a peacock as well. But it was the attitude. It was the sort of one which didn't get things done and never gave satisfactory answers. So he was going to regret the next question. "I'm only lost if someone's dragged me off my street corner. Who are you?" It might have been a good idea to ask where he was, but that would come later. The man wasn't intent on panicking and certainly not in front of Archie. He had a horn, like a ram's or goat's. That at least meant he wasn't human. Also not a wizard. Didn't fit the MO, unless you counted the robes. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on May 14, 2020 2:21:19 GMT -5
Shadepelt15 Vincent blinked in surprise at the impressive timeline the dark elf described. He was sure it worked differently in medieval times, or whenever Ravohyr was from, but he’d still been playing hockey when he was ten - not committing felonies. The dark elf managed to make his culture sound even more confusing as he continued talking, proceeding to list two titles he had no familiarity with. He navigated the tightrope easily enough, looking down at his feet as he walked. He demonstrated decent balance, but his grasp on the support at his sides did not ease for the sake of presentation. Ravohyr, on the other hand, was putting on quite a show when he finally stepped up besides him. He gave him a patient look as him finished with his glittery fingers and potions - but the man’s weight had returned to his hip in a way that suggested he wasn’t impressed. He said nothing as the elf complimented his progress, smirking slightly as he mentioned boring him. “I abstain,” he muttered under his breath when asked about questions. The pause in conversation lasted a pleasant moment, requiring only the occasional chuckle from him when the dark elf spoke up. He stood, looking up after him, as Ravohyr heaved himself over the next obstacle - lifting his eyebrow at the sudden gloomy inquiry. Had the poor bastard finally lost his spunk? “My neck’s been broken,” he answered briskly, taking the elf’s hand and pulling himself up after him. He didn’t show it, but there was a certain joy in giving over-simplified answers. He looked over the edge as he considered the elf’s proposition. “Try it if you’d like,” he agreed, showing little appeal for the option, and even less interest in whether or not his company would take his advice. He pulled back as the dark elf suddenly changed the subject, looking towards the direction he instigated. The blond offered no response as Ravohyr took off to the end, trailing him at a slower pace. He stayed certain that he stayed at a comfortable distance, such so that Ravohyr could save him if he needed it. His fingers were starting to hurt and blister, his calves aching and his ankles were sore - but he felt confident he could fare well until the end. He stepped onto the opposing platform as the elf was swinging on the rope, watching carefully as he analyzed the challenge’s solution. It seemed easy enough, so long as he kept his grip. He was staring blankly when his company suddenly jumped out of sync with his calculations, throwing himself just a moment to soon. The man’s eyes widened, though he didn’t move to react as he watched the elf save himself with a feeble grip. He glanced towards the exit - only two obstacles away - and then to the rope, which had returned to a position he could grab it from. He quickly seized ahold of it, taking his time to properly time his jump, then landed firmly on the side Ravohyr dangled from. He turned, glancing over the edge that the elf had fallen from with lifted eyebrows. His gaze lingered on the fingers that held the elf’s life above the bubbling toxin - curious as to how soon they’d give. After only a moment, his innocent stare had transformed into a look of pitying amusement. “What did you say it was? Ravohyr?” He asked, seemingly to himself, then stepped out of the elf’s visual. Without another word, the blond navigated the final two obstacles and found himself on finishing platform unscathed. There was a door embedded into the wall, sitting slightly ajar as it patiently waited for them; and as he looked around he found that their belongs sat scattered in a mirrored position to what they’d left them. He hummed in satisfaction, strolling over to retrieve his jacket - without so much as a look back to his abandoned company. The dark elf proved to be nothing more than an inconvenience after all...he wondered if anyone knew him yet. He sound like he was relatively new...shame.
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